Growth requires transformation.
You confused acceptance with alignment.
You built a business…
and you’re ‘still’ waiting on a passport,
stamped by your old life.
How did your journey become full of
stalled acceptance, TSA lines…
In a hurry to be afar,
but still making decisions
your old environment would approve of.
Like worn soles on the Vomero 5’s, you got from Dick’s, your passion longs for traction on asphalt, the grit, as you slipped into neutral.
Wait,
how does this fit?
☕ (Sip.)
You used to believe that you loved to run, molasses thick sweat flung, something about stretching your limbs reached me.
Comfort disguised as connection.
Until, we met for an hour, and inside that time began your I.D. evolution. Brewing tea on polished stone.
Before, connections kept you safe, like the click of a seatbelt with your hands on the wheel.
“Do you know why I pulled you over?”
Except this time, it’s the Ai talking to you…
Full Self Driving is real.
But you keep choosing rooms where you’re understood…
instead of rooms where you have to expand.
That’s how…
Your runs became gated shifts.
It’s still the same asphalt, but what I changed was your grip.
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